Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Faust,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.